By Richard Yates
Robert Prentice is eighteen. His mom, Alice Prentice,is fifty three. either are broken souls: Robert, through warfare; Alice, by way of thwarted desires of prosperity.
In deeply humanizing photos, the nice American author Richard Yates crafts a unique of postwar the United States, instantaneously at odds with its personal experience of identification and mercilessly prohibitive to its like-minded voters.
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